Fathers Day was the anniversary of, I am told, they buried my father last year. I am, I suppose, a survivor of that. Nothing has since been resolved from that date. The half brother at large has again dropped from availability, the uncle has declined from comment of any kind, there still remains no death notice, no notice of commendation from his service in the Vietnam War, I remain without a hair of his personal possessions from his earthly life whatsoever. I remain completely on my own with only photographs and my mother's word for proof he was my father to this day.
I thank the stars I did not reproduce any children to hand this kind of horrible legacy to hand down to. I have suffered enough on my own.